The Entered Dragon (1)

Sun in Gemini

Like waking within a dream – or, at least, the point where the lucidity begins…

I turn my head in the small theatre, expecting others to be smiling, if not laughing. But no-one is, because no one else is here…

Just me and it…where ‘it’ is not the theatre.

The curtains part and what I know to be behind them takes centre stage. Leathery pads, soft on the well-trod wood, make a sliding sounds as it turns to face me. The eyes are glittering, but not as much as its breath, which seems gathered to strike in elongated curls of superheated air.

The redness is appalling. So filled with force, so intimate…such a deadly embrace.

At its feet is a long, metal object – a spear, shaped in a very modern way, with a thick shaft at the back, full of mass and purpose, tapering to a tip so fine…

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